Quotes About Response

We don't always control what happens to us. But we always control how we interpret what happens to us, as well as how we respond.

Instead, it's a change in our response to the Question, and being true to the insight means being open to how it revises the whole.

Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.

Anyone who has sat through that slice of time, when you don't know something awful and then you do, will confirm that it is literally a bend in your life, and what is critical is what you choose next; because you can view a diagnosis many ways—as a curse, a challenge, a resignation, a test from God.

You said it so innocently, so matter-of-factly, that it robbed us of our breath. And while we recovered to offer the standard adult response, that love doesn't care about sickness or health, inside we were trembling, because we saw in you something, with your disease, that we were terrified of seeing in ourselves. Acceptance.

But it was not a new idea. We call out; we are answered. It has been that way from the beginning of belief, and it continues to this very moment.

Bug just because I was quiet didn't man I had n opinions. In my head I always had a witty retort.

Don't try to resist the effect that a work of imaginative literature has on you.

What is the hormone driving you to do?" the swarm asked. "Fight, fly, freeze?

Good mawning,' she replied, in the corridors, flattening their scorn beneath the chariot wheels of her superiority...

The reaction or response you get from your subconscious mind will be determined by the nature of the thought or idea you hold in your conscious mind.

is never what some other person says or does that affects him. Rather, it is his own reaction to what is said or done that matters.

You know how spooky Ashwini is. She called an hour ago to tell me she has a secret stash of handheld grenade launchers she thought I might want to know about. My response was, 'What the fuck?

I have learned that in every circumstance that comes my way, I can choose to respond in one of two ways: I can whine or I can worship! And I can't worship without giving thanks. It just isn't possible. When we choose the pathway of worship and giving thanks, especially in the midst of difficult circumstances, there is a fragrance, a radiance, that issues forth out of our lives to bless the Lord and others.

She had a glint in her eye that didn't quite match her cordial remark, and she smiled as if she'd beaten me at Ping-Pong. I thought for a second what a smart Texan might say to such a clear goad. It didn't take long to hit on just the right thing. I said, Bless your heart, ma'am. Thank you.

We do not always respond to shocks with regression. Sometimes, in the face of crisis, we grow up—fast.

Fear is a survival response. Fear makes us run, it makes us leap, it can make us act superhuman. But we need somewhere to run to. Without that, the fear is only paralyzing. So the real trick, the only hope, really, is to allow the terror of an unlivable future to be balanced and soothed by the prospect of building something much better than many of us have previously dared hope.

Very little, however, has been written about how market fundamentalism has, from the very first moments, systematically sabotaged our collective response to climate change, a threat that came knocking just as this ideology was reaching its zenith.

if enough of us stop looking away and decide that climate change is a crisis worthy of Marshall Plan levels of response, then it will become one, and the political class will have to respond, both by making resources available and by bending the free market rules that have proven so pliable when elite interests are in peril.

When you have gone as badly off course as we have, moderate actions don't lead to moderate outcomes. They lead to dangerously radical ones.

Two lords and an archduke had asked her to marry them, and so, she wrote to me in outrage, had Solya. Can you imagine? I told him I thought he was a lunatic, and he said he would live in hope. Alosha laughed for ten minutes without stopping except to cough when I told her . . .

I didn't know how to answer anything so brazen; the only thing I could have managed would have been an inarticulate hiss.

Don't stand there like a cretin," he said. "Take it.

Don't make mournful faces at me," he added.